My Wife Dressed Up as Wonder Woman to Get Me Hot. Then She Rode Me Hard Like the Slut She Is.
Her sexy get-up was a kinky preview of what she’d wear next weekend to a costume party, where surely she’d get fucked by multiple guys with Wonder Woman fantasies.
Lauren knows I find Wonder Woman sexy, especially Gal Gadot, who most recently played the female superhero (Lynda Carter wasn’t too bad, either). Over the past few years, we’ve both made little Wonder Woman jokes while flirting, in bed and in the act. Lauren actually finds it a turn-on to know I think Gal Gadot is sexy. But we’d never taken any of this very far.
It was a Saturday night, and we were getting ready for bed. On Saturday nights, there’s about a 99% chance we’re going to get full-on sexual with each other (or others), and so I was expecting some kinkiness. Lauren told me she had a surprise for me and closed the bathroom door while I waited patiently in bed, stoking my hard cock to tease myself.
Probably five minutes passed. Then the door swung open, and there she stood, donning a super sexy Wonder Woman costume. I was shocked…and so turned on.
She had on red “fuck-me” boots with gold trim and sported the requisite blue bikini bottom, complete with stars. The outfit was not complete without the Wonder Woman belt, along with the gold wrist bands and headband, the latter of which got me so hot because of how her blonde hair flowed out of it. And that top! It was red and a bustier, pushing her 34D cups up and together to showcase her impressive cleavage.
Oh, and the red cape!
Admiring my slender 5’10” Wonder Woman, I was speechless. She looked scintillating.
“You like?” she asked, turning around and lifting the cape to show me her round ass before spinning back for the breathtaking frontal view.
Not believing my eyes, I nodded yes, still stroking my dick, now flowing with pre-cum.
Then she asked: “Do you wanna get fucked by Wonder Woman?”
I decided to play along.
“I think I first want Wonder Woman to suck my cock,” I replied.
“Oh, you want a Wonder Woman blowjob, do you?” she shot back with a sassy smile and flirtatious wink.
“Yeah.”
“Well,” she teased, noting my throbbing phallus in my hand, “it does look like your dick needs some attention.”
She walked to me and dropped to her knees as I sat on the edge of the bed. Without hesitation, she hungrily took my pulsating flesh into her mouth. I was overwhelmed with pleasure watching her head bob back and forth as she used her index finger and thumb to pump my now well-lubed shaft. She looked up at me, and we made eye contact.
“Wonder Woman knows how to suck cock,” I whimpered.
“Wonder Woman has had lots of practice,” she responded softly, and then took my manhood back into mouth. I loved watching her head bobbing back and forth while she eagerly blew me. She seemed content to let me unleash my cum explosion in her mouth, but I didn’t want it to end that way.
“I wanna lick that delicious Wonder Woman pussy.”
Taking a break from her dick-sucking, she teased, “if you do, just know it’s wonderful since I am, after all, Wonder Woman.”
“I know it is.”
She stood up, and I admired her. She looked so sexy, and I didn’t want to take any of her costume off because I enjoyed all that I saw. Alas, I knew that the bikini bottoms had to come off for me to taste her pussy — but not that sexy belt.
“You should wear this to the costume party next week,” I said, referring to a themed “couples” soiree (read: swingers party) on our calendar.
I pulled off the bikini bottoms — no easy feat with her boots on — revealing her freshly-shaven pussy, and sunk my fingers into her womanly depths, delighted by her wetness.
I laid back in the bed, and she got over me, straddling my face with her twat inches from my mouth. I tasted her with my big, deep licks. She was so moist and, very quickly, her wetness was all over my chin and even my nose. I reached up and fondled her breasts (she still had the bustier top on) while she used her fingers to spread her labia, affording me fantastic access to her clit. After a few minutes, she orgasmed, at which point I sunk my tongue as far into her pussy as I could and then licked her clit, delighting in her feminine juices flowing from her.
“Wonder Woman, will you fuck me now? Please, oh pretty, please?” I begged.
Still on top of me, Lauren, holding my cock in her hand, lowered herself onto my manhood. She was so wet that I slid effortlessly into her. She rode me hard. I gazed at her, feeling the surrealness of the moment as I watched my Wonder Woman wife work me over. She still had on all of her costume, sans the blue panties.
“Where did you get that costume?”
“Amazon,” she replied, riding me hard.
“You look amazing in it, baby. So naughty…so slutty.”
“I’m glad you like it,” she answered, smiling with pleasure.
“Wear it next weekend,” I suggested, fondling her breasts.
“You think?” she asked, still riding me and now breathing hard.
“Fuck yeah, darling. You look so hot.”
She smiled with satisfaction and said: “Then let’s try to not rip it or get any cum on it. It’s a cheap costume.”
After a few minutes of conversation-less fucking, by which point I could feel my cum simmering in my balls, she spoke again.
“Do you feel like you’re fucking Wonder Woman?” she asked.
“I know I’m fucking Wonder Woman — a smokin’ hot Wonder Woman,” I responded.
“Good,” she giggled.
I again fondled her breasts, making sure they stayed inside her top because the cleavage-look so turned me on.
“Wonder Woman…,” I whimpered while she rode me.
“You like my Wonder Woman pussy?”
“Oh yeah.”
She giggled.
“Wonder Woman seems kind of slutty to me. Didn’t know she had a whorish side.”
“Oh, is that right?”
“I think she’s a hotwife, right?”
She giggled.
I couldn’t finish my thought because a strong, intense rush of cum overwhelmed me. I pushed up and inside her, unleashing spurts of my hot, creamy semen.
She closed her eyes, leaning forward a bit with her hands on my chest, as I filled her vagina.
Still inside her, my cock began to soften a bit as she stopped riding me.
“You look so fuckin’ hot in that costume, baby.”
She laughed while she dismounted me.
“That was the idea, darling,” she said, “to get you hot. It worked.”
The big takeaway: In over two decades of marriage to a woman who keeps getting more and more beautiful, I never could have imagined her donning a sexy Wonder Woman costume and fucking the ever-living hell out of me while wearing it. It’s the sexiest little thing she’s ever worn, and she’s worn some sexy stuff.
